I awoke in the strangest of places. Duluc, a sign read. "What the heck," I muttered as I sat up. I was in a gift shop. A woman and child, wearing the weirdest of clothes, stared at me from a distance. "Weirdo," the woman muttered under breath as she dragged her son along. From outside: Welcome
to Duloc, such a perfect town
Here we have some rules, let us lay them down
Don't make waves, stay in line
I walked outside. Five, I'm guessing dancers who don't know how to dress, were there. They looked like china dolls. Litally. Even with the makeup. Mr. Canis was there too, watching them like I was. Dancers: And
we'll get along fine, Duloc is a perfect place
Please keep off of the grass
Shine your shoes, wipe your...***... face
Duloc is, Duloc is
Duloc is a perfect place
From girl dancer 1:
And
here's the man who made it happen
That towering colossus of moxie, Lord Farquaad
!
I suddenly felt something on my head. I looked up to see a riducales looking wig.I pulled it off madly. I whipped around to find something even through my years would say, well, odd. A donkey and an orger?
Lord Farquadd!:Oh,
it's you, what a terrific surprise?
Once upon a time this place was infested
Freaks on every corner, I had them all arrested
Hey, nonny-nonny-nonny-no
If you had a quirk, you didn't pass inspection
We all have our standards but I will have perfection
And so and so
Things are looking up here in Duloc
Lord Faruaard looked in my dirction. I gulped. He looked like a boy doll that has been torutured by a girly-girl.
Dancers:Just
take a look
Lord Faruaard/walking up towards me/ I wanted to hurl/:The
things I'm cooking up here in Duloc
Dancers: He likes to cook!
Lord Faruaard/ grabing my handand trys to kiss it/ I struggle loose/ Canis gets a scowl/:A
model that amazes
A plan with seven phases
I start to run.
Dancers /no.1 chases me/:Bum-bum-bum-bum-bumThings
are looking up here in Duloc
They're looking up
Lord Faruaard:In
Duloc the ladies all look swell
I heard Mr. Canis (and the donkey) snifle a laugh. I looked down. I gasped. Not pretty.
Lord Faruaard:The
men are so dashingI looked over at Mr. Canis. Boy, did I almost die laughing!
Lord Faruaard/ points fat finger at us both as our clothes go back to normal/:Thanks The fashion's never clashing Hey nonny-nonny-nonny-noThis Dancers/ Lord Faruaard chases me up something/:(Farquaad, A city like a postcard Dancer no.3 and 4:(Farquaad, (Farquaad, Farquaad, Farquaad)
to my new dress code
castle I had built
Farquaad, Farquaad)
Lord Faruaard:Is
taller than the cliff tops
Farquaad, Farquaad)
Lord Faruaard/ obisly trying to inpress me/ long epic solo:Yes, (Things are looking up) Looking up (Things are looking up) Here in Duloc Hey, let's hear it for those Duloc dancers Aren't they terrific? Yeah Come on Boys
things are
Dancers: The Conform us! There's no sign of slowing We're growing, we're growing Look, he's growing and growing and growing Look at him grow Things are looking up here We practiced this part both forward and back We make one mistake and we get the rack Things I'm cooking up here He taught us to dance with razzamatazz He's trained in ballet, flamenco and jazz
upshot is enormous when you can shout
Lord Faduaard and Dancers:
My hard work and my rigor Things are looking up
Have made me so much bigger
Things are looking up
Things are looking up here in Duloc
Here in Duloc, up, up, up, up, up
Tah dah!
The orger walked up to Lord Farquaard. "You there!" he yelled. Lord Farquaard yelped. "You're Lord Farquaard?!" Lord Farquaard curled his long hair with his finger. "Maybe." "You dumped all those nutfreak fairy-tale creatures on my swamp!" "Your swap? Ohhhhhh, this is good." "Am I missing something?" the donkey asked. "What do you mean, good?" "You go do this small favor for me, and I'll give you your little swamp back just like it was." "Down to the last toadstoal?" "Down to the last toadthingeee." Mr. Canis walked up to them. He had on the only expression I've ever seen him with. A scowl. "What in the world is going on here?" "This, um, thing is going to go get my soon to be married wife!"
